Seven days inroaming;

Seven days in trench,

Waited only for the command.

The command of the officer-

Made us to stay at the evil corner.

The command of the life-

Made us to begin fire.

It was the struggle for saving.

It was the struggle for living.

It was the real struggle to meet her again.

My she knew I was uncertain.

Only God knew what was certain.

The vulturet came.

The vulturet was to keep heart alive against the enemy.

When I swallowed two bullets,

I felt all the kisses of my life.

Now they turned into pain.

They came again to command over me.

The gun was being kept on my shoulder.

Its weight first troubled me in my soldiering.

I found it was the enemy of the world.

I didn’t know how many I accounted.

I had only known the agony of two bullets-

Before I slept.

It was the pain of the war.

It was the pain of the command,

The command of the officer,

The command of the life;

The command of the country.

Today I am turned into computer operator.

Today I am spending life with rest of the country.

Oh! What a difference.

Here contrast of hearts is my every day world.

Had I committed mistake enlisting my name.

Had I committed mistake obeying the command,

The command of the officer,

At last the command of life.

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